Tis the season
For snorting and sneezing.
Petals popping,
Pollen dropping,
Covered cars,
Green like mars.
Ah-choo!
God bless you.
Trumpets sound
All around
The running nose --
A fire hose.
Tissue please
For my next sneeze.
Oh dear,
I fear,
is here!
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